[Black Dragon Corporation]
"Doctor Wesley, you have to tell me if something is wrong with the Master," Gustav stressed as he sat down on the armchair, his eyes fixed on Doctor Wesley, whom he had invited into his office to talk.
He paused and let out a heavy sigh. "Is there something wrong with him?"
Doctor Wesley kept his mouth shut, sitting stiffly in his seat. He had wanted to reject Gustav's invitation, but the man had insisted. For a moment, the doctor considered telling Gustav about Lucian's condition.
But the moment he sat down in this office and thought about it more carefully, that idea vanished.
Lucian hadn't told anyone around him about his condition—not his right-hand man, not Nolan, not even his left-hand man. No one.
So even if Doctor Wesley meant well, he couldn't make that decision for Lucian, even if deep down he knew someone else should know.
Especially when Doctor Wesley, of all people, understood the kind of world Lucian walked in.
